Entries from November 2007 ↓

Iowa’s Mysterious Black Angel

San Jose Mercury News article about upcoming blog job.

I start work tomorrow. Holy whoa, that is soon. I haven’t even had time to get nervous about it.

Until right now.

Comcast can suck my butt. I was trying to sign up online for limited basic cable and hi-speed internet access when I was told that those without existing Comcast service cannot choose the self-installation option. Confused, I called Comcast to ask about this (I’ll sign up for t.v. today, then call back tomorrow for internet, if I have to), but was told by a rep that that wasn’t true. I could have self-install. She wanted to know if she could sign me up on the phone. I told her that I wanted the 19.99 per month intro rate offered only online, so no, but she told me she could do that on the phone. I agreed.

Then she transferred me. The machine wanted to know the phone number where I wanted service. We do not have, or want to have, a land line. So, I entered my cell number. This put me in connection with a Nashville-area rep. That rep transferred me to a nationwide rep, so I started all over. Told them about the 19.99/mo. intro rate, and that rep told me she’d transfer me to the internet department, who could offer me that special rate. Transferred a third time, I was put in touch with a woman who told me she couldn’t offer me the intro rate, but because I was “promised” it, that she would make it happen. Wow, thanks. However, I was never signed up for the limited basic cable that I wanted, so once she figured that out, I was put back on hold so she could “make a few changes.” This took about 10 full minutes.

After all that she tells me the fee for a technician to come out to set up the modem is $60. I explained to her that THE ENTIRE REASON I CALLED was to get the self-installation package. She informed me that was impossible, because I do not have an existing account. WHICH IS THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF WHAT THE FIRST REP SAID.

Thirty minutes after my initial call I am pissed and ready to get the fuck off the phone. I agree to the $60 fee just to get it over with. Gah! So fucking frustrating. I was told two different things, talked to four different people and ended up back where I started.

Fucking Comcast, I swear. I thought I could escape those bastards.

Hahaha: I Has a Sweet Potato

FOX News explains high gas prices

Cost of alt-energy research vs. Iraq war

We did it. We made it here. We’re exhausted, the dogs are confused, but I’m drinking “champagne” I bought AT A GAS STATION on my front porch right now while poaching a new neighbor’s wi-fi. Life is good.

We just went to a two-story Target (that had wine for sale) that had an escalator special just for your shopping cart. What a weird and wonderful place I’ve moved to.

The Boyfriend and I are headed West for our move. We finally, finally packed up all the stuff into the 24′ Budget truck, hooked his Honda up to the dolly, threw the dogs in the cab and headed out. We drove 550 miles yesterday in 11 hours. Hard to make good time in a big rig with a governor on it. I even slept in the floor of the cab for a while, since the dogs’ fat asses take up so much room.

We are taking a day off from driving to spend time at The Boyfriend’s sister’s place in Iowa City. She is letting our mutts hang out here for a while while we go thrift shopping and maybe wine drinking later. After today it is peddle to the metal until we hit California. I’m sure we’ll stop in hotels to sleep, but I wish we didn’t have to. I’m ready to be there.

Check my Tumblr for Twitter and Flickr updates from the road, the long, long road.

Packing Day from brittney gilbert on Vimeo.